F*ck you Tahm Bout

Bitch im fucking hoes till its old school the whole school know me as the Hoe 2
Obi the wan Kenobi on god that Sith be holy, on god that shit come handy that job got me sipping brandy with Andy Samberg
Actually my fists is red and in cuffs
What y’all say I had been done
And Im still mad that my tip cup only half full with some slip ups
And when I turn mad im sure that your ass is getting split in half and killed while I spill your dad
Make you watch as he lights up im so fucking sick tho, a tumor is my trip hoe, and this big gun on your big mouth and I shoot it while you kiss hole, and my wrist ice your wrist ice??
Lemme take a look at it, bitcj don’t fucking move or imma show my 2 hands, each with a six shooter
Your bitch wall my bith hooters
I kill gooners with one hand
And its fun just to be silly
My one punch count as 3 skillets
Kys for less faggots
Bitch I gotta pay my taxes?? Bitch what the fuck

Y’all party at social club, im at home no im not
Weed money while the doors is locked and I keep on waitingn
For the drop
And drop acid on my taste buds
And your best friend is now waste bud
And his waist cut and it stay cut
And blue red turn to grey blood
And I smell ice like a great white
And that iPhone sold for a safe flight
I keep guns till im 29
And the nest just 20 9s and there’s 9 of us
With plenty lines
Not guns if your fendi white
Midas touch on Betty white
Golden chopper sent its right
And I let it melt and I bet he Melt
He said he shell, and im a lighter
Dark skin hopping lighter than
Light bulb set on fire
My brass knuckles with brass monkey
What you want a glass of nothing
And a glass bowl with my hand equipment
Gotta hand it to ya your ass mc lovin
Feeling froggy? Better timid up
Harsh feeling gone spliff lit it up
And I beat it up, beat the case and give it up
Smoke go up and head go down
I could make a pony until she’s up again
But bitch go to hell again with you fucking friend
And love is end and the ender fucks want